You read my mind

A bright circle appears beneath your feet and you are teleported to the again shifting Danger Room. It once more takes the shape of Illiyana's room, with its youthful eclectic taste.

"Start recording now" Magik says to the room. You take a sit on her bed, with all its plushies and pinkness. "You know, it does feel like I am robbing the cradle" you say as you raise one of the giant teddy bears.

"I will show you who is the little girl" she shoves you with a laugh, and you sink, so soft is the bed. You feel her tights next to yours, she mounts you, and suddenly you are attacked by a fluffy animal. You begin to protest, but another attack makes you use your big companion for protection. Laughter fills the air, it had been a while since you let yourself act so childishly.

You eventually admits defeat, and find her blue eyes staring deep into yours, her long straight hair cascading down, curtaining everything else in the room but her adorable face. "Arent you going to kiss me?" you ask, and she leans down on you. Finally.

You don't have much difficulty finding the fly on her uniform, and unzips it enough so she can just toss it down without leaving your lips for long. She doesn't do the same for you, either because she is liking how your uniform feels, or just because she lacks the experience. It hardly matters, you feel the fabric of the remaining cotton lingerie, so much sexier than the lavish silken choices that the other heroines were favoring. Her panties were actually pretty damp, you find out as your fingers begin to explore further the Russian delight.

"Too fast?" you ask as your lips part a little, she even forgot to breath while the two of you were making out. She shakes her head, and you begin to caress her pussy over the cotton, feeling the smooth entrance beneath. She moans lightly and inclines her back, and either consciously or unconsciously she brings forth her perky breasts for your savoring. They are exquisite.

You hear steps and immediately react, reaching for your gun and shooting at the intruder that just appeared in the edge of your vision. You have seen enough footage to recognize him, Apotheosis. Illiyana is startled as you throw her to the side, and her eyes widen with rage as she recognizes him.

He seems surprised when one of your shots throws him back, even if only half a step. "Ah, come on. The two of you were hot! The three of us are going to have fun" You barely have time to raise your arms before he is right next to you, and with a backhand sends you flying accross the room.

You stand, miraculously unharmed. Magik screams and lunges at him with her Soul sword, her mystical armor not covering much of her young body.When you look at your own arm you notice it is covered in a metallic armor, not unlike colossus. A side effect of your healing powers, you can reconstruct your own body to emulate the powers of those you heal, at least for a little before your genetic memory is exhausted. These borrowed powers wont last long.

You begin to unload your gun again "get out of here! it is only a Danger Room construct!" at least you are reasonably sure it is. You continue to fire even as Apotheosis begins to phase and the charged bullets goes past his image. He goes at you again, but this time you dodge rather than block his attack, stepping inside his guard to throw him down. Or at least that would be the plan, if the aberration wasn't so tremendously stronger than you. You feel the air go out of your lungs and your body return to normal. "Done already? tsc, I was planning on having some more fun." He pins your body, and most of your hand to hand techniques are useless against him. Fuck, you can feel his erection.

The hologram vanishes, leaving you on your back, breathing hard. "What happened?" you ask to Illiyana, once more in the control room. "I don't know... some hidden command triggered this training routine."

"A trap?" you frown, and adds "is it possible that someone sabotaged him, and planned all of this?"

"I don't know. I don't think so." But she was obviously not the right person to ask.